you only realize how much you love something when it's gone. when everything you know is swept out from underneath you. you only miss the sun when it's cloudy, and the stars when it's daytime. you only really appreciate something when it's gone. her arms are the anchor keeping you from floating away from this ball of rock, the magnet that always attracts, and never repel you. my mental health is nearly diminished, perhaps i'll start appreciating that more when it's gone. i appreciate you, though you are not yet gone, i am out of my mind, be back momentarily.